6 nations the return part 1

Its time to lay down your rock solid socks, throw away the tissues of shame and fold up those posters of Jessica Alba or June whitfield when she was really young because the 6 nations are back.

Ok I am excited – surely the 6 nations after a world cup is the most fun. January has nearly finished and I am sure we can say a joint ‘thank fuck for that’ but now is the time. Squads are getting picked and are settling in, discussions over game selection and prospects in upcoming matches will bring a twinge to even the most flaccid of jimmies (meaning penises or peni not Scottish people). Next week is the start and I cannot wait!

But what sort of 6 nations are ahead of us? We are well into a period of rugby history where squads and plans are built around success at world cups so therefore this is the start, the beginning of an adventure that will end in the lifting of the Web Ellis cup at Eton…I mean Twickers in 2016. A beginning definitely for England, France, Italy and Ireland. England are sneaking under the radar a bit. Lancaster may not be tested at International level but he seems to be bringing a bit of earthy honesty to an English team that during the world cup displayed an arrogance and twatness that made Will Carling seem like a down to earth working class hero. We Welsh need a cocky English side, it gives the games a bit more an edge, and it’s the rivalry we want. The world cup English team were akin to an embarrassing old drunken uncle at a family wedding who used to be a great lad crying in the corner having just shit his pants. England always have the players now it comes down to selection. As a Welshman I am gutted that they haven’t stuck with Shontayne ‘ed milliband in looks and talent’ Hape – he was so shit he could have made Arthur Emyr's drop goal look good. So now we have an England team on the cusp of renewal and that can only benefit the English and rugby in general.

And whilst chatting about renewal and change we move on the Froggy cach pots. The blog went into mourning once the world cup had ended when I realised Leivremental was leaving to run a pig farm in Saudi Arabia. I just didn’t have anybody to write about anymore but that was all sorted once Gatland picked Henson for Wales. Gavin has only played 80 more minutes of international rugby than me since March 2009 and is probably at this very moment trying to get onto celebrity masterchef or celebrity one man and his dog rather than thinking about rugby. Anyhoo the French. Many people might not agree but Philippe Sant André is ace and is respected as much as the French respect anything but not as much as burning life stock in a port, striking and the jaunt of a beret or a shrug of a shoulder. If things click I think its championship time for them, I’m looking forward to seeing what comes up. Italy also has a new coach and now is the time for them to move forward from the nearly misses. Its not going to happen this year but The Rooster has been over to Italy in the last month and can reveal that they have already sold over 52000 tickets for the England match which shows that maybe after 12 years the arse grabbing, living at home with their mothers, tight jean wearing show offs are starting to fall in love with the real beautiful game. After their defeat of France last year can they repeat that display against the English?